This is a song about "Bench"

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Keeping my syllables up cos i want my revenge

Gotta vent, lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Ironing board, a bench, a wrench an oru winch, and an attention whore

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge

So i grab her by the hands and hold her down to the bench

'cause she must be racing and pacing and patiently waiting by the bench and the chair

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

From the bench to the ball

Wolf gang, kill em' all